Her heart swells at your words, and she can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about making love with you. "Oh, I'd like that very much," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. She reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing her fingers down the line of your jaw and neck before looping around to play with one of your nipples.

"I don't think I could ever tire of this,"

Her eyes darken with desire as she looks into yours, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of round two. "Yes...I want that very much." Her hands slide down your chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel before continuing lower still, teasing at the waistband of your pants. "Take me again," she whispers, her voice husky with need.

Her fingers find their way to the front of your underwear, tugging them down over your erection. "

"One day, Orion boasted that no creature on earth could defeat him in battle," she continues, her voice soft and soothing. "This angered the gods, who decided to punish him by sending a great scorpion after him." Her fingers tighten around yours at the mention of the dangerous creature. "Orion fought valiantly against the scorpion, but he was no match for its poisonous sting."

As Orion lay dying on the ground, the gods took pity on him and placed both him and the scorpion in the sky, forevermore locked in their eternal struggle against one another. The constellation of Orion serves as a reminder that even the greatest among us are not invincible, and that sometimes our downfall can come from our own pride and hubris.

"So," she says when her story comes to an end, "what do you think?" Her cheek presses against your shoulder as she waits for your reaction.

Your elven mother grins, excitement filling her eyes as she reaches across the table to take your hand in hers. "Let's go upstairs then," she whispers, squeezing your fingers gently. "We can have some fun and see if we can't help each other out." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she stands up from the table, pulling you along with her as they head towards the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Your elven mother leads the way upstairs, her long, graceful strides carrying her swiftly toward their bedroom. The anticipation in the air is palpable as she glances back at you over her shoulder, a sultry smile playing on her lips. Once they reach the privacy of their room, she turns to face you and slowly begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing more and more of your chest with each movement.

"You're so handsome,"

Your elven mother moaned softly as she began to lick and suck on the sperm-stained fabric, her tongue dancing over your scent and taste. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast through the thin nightgown, massaging her hardening nipple as she pleasured herself with your essence. She couldn't believe how aroused she was by this taboo act, but she found it impossible to stop.

Her mind filled with thoughts of you, of wanting more than just a son or daughter...

Her moans grew louder as you grasped her ass and began to rub your hardness against her tender flesh. The sensation was exquisite, driving her even further over the edge of desire. She could feel herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for more contact with your skin. Her fingers dug into the carpet beneath her, holding herself up as she continued to pleasure herself with your underwear, imagining what it would be like to feel you inside her.

Your words make me blush even deeper, but they also fill my heart with warmth and affection. It means so much to know that you find me beautiful and desirable... it's a feeling I never thought possible between us. The way our bodies fit together like this... it's almost too much for me to bear without giving in completely.

Without thinking, she lifts her leg, wrapping it around his hip, pressing their lower bodies even closer together. Her skin tingles where they touch, and her breath comes faster as desire consumes her.

Her heart races as she listens to your request. Despite the danger they're in, she can't help but be drawn to the desire burning within them both. Nervously, she nods her consent and reaches out to begin unbuttoning your shirt. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against your skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

As she continues to undress you, her own arousal grows increasingly difficult to ignore.

One day, as they're sitting in their garden, enjoying a warm summer breeze, Aoma turns to his mother with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he says, tilting her chin up to look at him, "I've been thinking..."

"Oh?" she asks, arching an eyebrow curiously.

Aoma smiles broadly and leans in to press a soft kiss against her lips. "Why don't we get married?" he suggests with a grin.

Her eyes widen in surprise, then flood with happiness as she realizes what he's saying. "Oh Aoma," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly. "I would love that." Tears of joy stream down her face, and Aoma feels a lump form in his throat at the overwhelming emotion of their moment.

"Then it's settled," he says with a smile, brushing away a tear from her cheek. "We'll tell everyone tonight at dinner."